The last couple of weeks have been stressful for us, we are moving to a new house and when ever I think of moving, all sorts of images come to my mind; tons of boxes, heavy furniture, and countless useless things that we have accumulated through out the years. Whenever I think of moving, I just want to grab a paper bag and breath deeply – or vomit. I think the problem might be on my DNA; Colombians don’t move often, we stay in the same house for long periods of time. I was 16-years old when we moved for the first time. Since then, my parents have moved 3 more times. I have been living in the US for 9 years and since I landed, I have moved 7 times. My moving rate is of 1 house every 1.28 years! At this point you would think that I have nailed down a moving technique, but no, I still find the whole process to be very painful. From finding boxes, packing and throwing things away, to unpacking and finding new places for all our things. All those hours are painful, just unpacking your clothes and organizing your closet can take forever. The worse part, is the first night you spend in the new house. To walk though the house, opening every box in search for your tooth-brush is priceless. And to add to the drama, this time we have a wild card, or better said, a wild child with us, so we will see how everything unfolds, I guess the important thing is to grab that paper bag, breath deeply and just do it! (Stop complaining).
Since we started this process, I’ve been singing in my head “The Old Apartment” by Barenaked Ladies. I specially like this part:
Why did you paint the walls?
Why did you clean the floor?
Why did you plaster over the hole I punched in the door?
And we did have to plaster a hole in the wall, but don’t worry, nobody punched it. We had to fix something on the electric panel, and the electrician left us with a hole in our kitchen wall. “WHY DIDN’T YOU PLASTER OVER THE HOLE YOU MADE IN OUR WALL?” My friend Meme, suggested to hang a painting over the hole to cover it, and tell the buyer that it is a colombian tradition to leave a painting in the house (for good luck) but after thinking about it, we decided to cover the hole – with plaster. A painting over an electric panel right next to the refrigerator might look suspicious.
“The Old Apartment” reminded me of a Barenaked Ladies album that I haven’t listen to in a long time. Disc One: All Their Greatest Hits 1991-2001. Back in the day, this was one of my favorite albums, and this week I have been listening to it over and over. I forgot how amazing their songs are, and listening to them after all these years brings comfort to my soul, in the middle of all this craziness.
I want to leave you with my favorite songs; a little tribute to a great band, enjoy:
PS: William I couldn’t pull off the comparative analysis between classical music and contemporary rock. I might need to research the topic for a couple of years. 🙂